Zuko
I am nothing but a banished prince
Lying lifeless in the dank corners of my sorrow
Pedestrians quickly moving as if to run from my vial stench
The odor burns my throat but I prove trapped in its grasp
So much to offer
Yet
Here
I
Lay

Meaningless
Lost as a stray

Katara
I race down the walk with out anywhere to go
Turn a corner and stare with wide eyes at what lay before me
A man
He stinks of rotten garbage but ever so faintly
He looks afraid
"Let me help you."
He shrinks away from my outstretched hand

"Why do you not run?"
He let me bandage his wounded leg while he spoke

Zuko
"Because I am not afraid,"
She spoke so simply
Gentle and delicate as a lotus petal
"Don't you know I reek like a dead trout?"
"It actually smells more like rotten garbage,"

Katara
He laughed and so did I
And for the first time
I looked in his eyes
And felt
At
Home

Zuko
She laughed and so did I
And for the first time
I looked in her eyes
And felt
At
Home